Again I am blown away! in reading my last post I discovered Solomon Kane who looks like me and my ancestor, John Wilson, the Puritan Minister of Boston and the Massachusetts Colony. I talked about a series titled ‘Dark Daughters’. There are so many daughters who walk along the Dark Edge.

When I lived in the Dark Hood of Oakland, a all black neighborhood, I used to put on my black Bobby cape, my riding boots, and my wide-brimmed black hat, and walk about at night during a rain storm looking at all the Victorian homes with a orange light piercing the darkness. This is a dangerous neighborhood. I passed dangerous black hoodlums in the night, and they gave me a wide birth. I have dressed in costume most of my life.

I replicated this as the Green Phantom in the Whiteaker. It’s time to make money off my Art. I have combined writing with art. I am a living Art Piece. The only insane thing about me is I have not cashed in. After meeting my nemesis, El Lardo, I am inspired to make money so I can move the hell of Springtucky!

John Presco 007

Solomon Kane is a fictional character created by the pulp-era writer Robert E. Howard. A late 16th–early 17th century Puritan, Solomon Kane is a somber-looking man who wanders the world with no apparent goal other than to vanquish evil in all its forms. His adventures, published mostly in the pulp magazine Weird Tales, often take him from Europe to the jungles of Africa and back.

Howard described him as a tall, sombre and gloomy man of pale skin, gaunt face and cold eyes, all of it shadowed by a slouch hat. He is dressed entirely in black and his weaponry usually consists of a rapier, a dirk, and a brace of flintlock pistols. During one of his later adventures his friend N’Longa, an African shaman, gave him a juju staff that served as a protection against evil but could easily be wielded as a weapon. It is revealed in another story, “The Footfalls Within”, that this is the mythical Staff of Solomon, a talisman older than the Earth and unimaginably powerful, much more so than even N’Longa knew. In the same adventure with N’Longa, Kane is seen using a musket as well.

No sooner was I awake, then I was compelled to get out of bed and go to The Wandering Goat in the Whiteaker and found a Whiteaker newspaper that I suggested someone found on a Whiteaker Community Facebook. I was elected while I slept by a force that has given me other instructions in my dream state.

What I had been pondering, was, my answer to Belle Burch regarding the nature of this blog, being, to preserve and protect the Bohemian lifestyle. She appeared to agree this was a worthy cause, but, what she and her compatriots were really concerned about, was helping the homeless, even giving them a façade of being Bohemians. Well, the real Bohemians in the Whiteaker have had it with the homeless, the drug addicts and drunks that party in their hood and leave trash and feces for the real citizens to clean up.

Those who I allow to get close to me, and thus, know my story, have titled me ‘The American James Bond’. They do not do me justice. I am much more than a fictional character, which is not saying much, for I come from a prestigious line of ministers who debated the Biblical accounts of Jesus who modern theologians have titled a fictional character. Jesus descends from king David – another fictional character? What is the truth? Why was this argument brought to the New World?

I live on the corner of Marlborough and Berkeley Street in Boston Massachusetts across the street from the ruins of the First Church of Boston that burned down on March 29, 1968. I was badly disfigured in this catastrophe while trying to rescue vital documents that belonged to my ancestor, John Wilson, who was the first minister of this Puritan church. These documents were brought to America – for safe keeping. John had given a firey speech while in an oak tree in the Boston Commons that rescued the mission he was on – that would unite the New World with the Old! These documents belonged to John Dee, who Wilson’s ancestors, the Rosenbergs, were close to. If you are guessing this has something to do with the Rosicrucian, you are partially correct.

In 1968 to 1971, there was a battle for Beacon Hill between the Mafia, the Kennedy family, the Witches of Salem, the Puritans, the Benton family, the Catholics, and the John Dee Society. There was also the Free Africans of the House of Orleans. Oh! I left The Process Church of the Final Judgement – who offered to protect me, What started this battle was the election of the first Catholic President of the United States, John F. Kennedy. The State House is at the top of Beacon Hill.

With the rise of the evangelical voters – who put their man in the White House – the Russian Orthodox church ( led by an ex-KBG officer) is now a big player in the religious warfare that has been going on in America for four hundred years. Many evangelicals take pride in being blissfully ignorant and have embraced Putin. For this reason, I am coming out of retirement to tell the world why the Battle of Beacon Hill was so important, and, why it must be fought again.

There is a photograph of me painting in my studio located in the corner room with the bay window. My artwork is found in many major museums singed by a my alter-ego, a secular soul that insists on working though me, knowing I am destined for a divine recognition. It’s in my genes. I am good with anagrams and codes. I speak in ancient riddles. My art is full of riddles.

The secular James Bond had it pretty easy in comparison to the power struggles my kindred have gone through in Europe, and in America, where Freedom of Religion will forever be misunderstood. Keeping a balance between the secular and the religious, has been the task of the Swan Brethren for five hundred years. It is a losing battle.

My secret friendship with Douglas Fairbanks Jr. is just coming to light. He was my mentor. He and Ian Fleming were close during the war. These two agents chose me to go on a mission to Berlin after I graduated from High School. I visited the tomb of my ancestors, the Stuttmeisters, who were Forty-eighters disguised as Evangelicals. I ended up in Chile with a colony of folks who descend from the Teutonic Knights. My Prussian kindred taught the Chilean Army how to march. Fairbanks had me contact his old operatives. I barely escaped with my life, that has never been easy.

Excuse me. I am going to bring the lads working on the cable line that is accessed under my house, a glass of lemonade. They have spotted me, the masked one, peeking at them. from several windows. We are playing a game. Of course they are agents. Let’s see if I can spook them. I call them my Scuzzy Bears.

Nicholas Gvosdev, a political scientist at the U.S. Naval Academy, struck a different note early on by speaking about how Orthodox Americans responded to the 2016 elections, setting the stage for this unusual courtship.

Darcy told me she wanted to get away from her boyfriend who was at the top of the Boston Process. He had a hold on her, was playing mind games, and was trying to control her. Being a follower of Meher Baba who looked down on cults, I helped her break the chain. Darcy’s mother was very grateful when I cme to her house with her daughter who had become distant.

Now Michelle was in deep trouble. She and her boyfirned had come to live in our commune James Harkis and I founded and sustained. One day she pointed out a guy sitting in a car across the street.

“He’s Mafia. He wants to give us money to help him find our friend who became his lover. She stole a belt with a code in it for box cars containing drug shipments. She took it thinking it would buy her freedom from him. He is very abusive. He wants her and the belt back. We are thinking of taking the money and run.”

“Do not take Mob money – period! If you do, they believe they own you. They will find you and dispose you.”

“Can you go talk to him?”

I was fearless in those day. I was a dead-an walking. I was Strider from the Lord of the Rings in my black cape. I was a Ranger. I went downstairs, walked up to the car, and said;

“Michelle wants to talk to you.”

Where? When?”

There’s a bar around the corner. Will an hour from now do?”

I wanted to prepare Michelle, put a white light of protection around her. Playing at playing with Satan, was over. Time to wake up.

Jon Presco

The Process Church of The Final Judgment

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The Process, or in full, The Process Church of the Final Judgment, commonly known by non-members as the Process Church, was a religious group that flourished in the 1960s and 1970s, founded by the English couple Mary Anne and Robert DeGrimston (originally Robert Moor and Mary Anne MacLean).[1] Originally headquartered in London, it had developed as a splinter group from Scientology,[1] so that they were declared “suppressive persons” by L. Ron Hubbard in December 1965.[2] In 1966, members of the group underwent a social implosion and moved to Xtul on Mexico’s Yucatan peninsula, where they developed “processean” theology (which differs from, and is unrelated to process theology). They later established a base of operations in the United States in New Orleans.[2]

In 1660, one of the most notable victims of the religious intolerance was English Quaker Mary Dyer, who was hanged in Boston for repeatedly defying a Puritan law banning Quakers from the colony.[95] She was one of the four executed Quakers known as the Boston martyrs. The hanging of Dyer on Boston Common marked the beginning of the end of the Puritan theocracy.[96] In 1661, King Charles II explicitly forbade Massachusetts from executing anyone for professing Quakerism.[96] In 1684, England revoked the Massachusetts charter, sent over a royal governor to enforce English laws in 1686 and, in 1689, passed a broad Toleration Act.[96]

The first two of the four Boston martyrs were executed by the Puritans on 27 October 1659, and in memory of this, 27 October is now International Religious Freedom Day to recognise the importance of freedom of religion.[97]Anti-Catholic sentiment appeared in New England with the first Pilgrim and Puritan settlers.[98] In 1647, Massachusetts passed a law prohibiting any Jesuit Roman Catholic priests from entering territory under Puritan jurisdiction.[99] Any suspected person who could not clear himself was to be banished from the colony; a second offense carried a death penalty.[100]

Wilson was an early advocate of the conversion of Indians to Christianity, and acted on this belief by taking the orphaned son of Wonohaquaham, a local sagamore into his home to educate.[9] In 1647 he visited the “praying Indians” of Nonantum, and noticed that they had built a house of worship that Wilson described as appearing “like the workmanship of an English housewright.”[55] During the 1650s and 1660s, in order to boost declining membership in the Boston church, Wilson supported a ruling known as the Half-Way Covenant, allowing parishioners to be brought into the church without having had a conversion experience.[9]

On 27 October 1659 three Quakers—Marmaduke Stevenson, William Robinson and Mary Dyer—were led to the Boston gallows from the prison where they had been recently held for their Quaker evangelism, against which Massachusetts had enacted very strict laws. Wilson, now nearly 70, as pastor of the Boston church was on hand as the supervising minister. As the two Quaker men first approached the gallows, wearing hats, Wilson said to Robinson, “Shall such jacks as you come in before authority with your hats on?”[58] Ignoring the barb, Robinson then let forth a barrage of words, to which Wilson angrily responded, “Hold thy tongue, be silent; thou art going to die with a lie in your mouth.”[59] The two Quaker men were then hanged, after which it was Dyer’s turn to ascend the ladder. As the noose was fastened about her neck, and her face covered, a young man came running and shouting, wielding a document which he waved before the authorities. Governor Endecott had stayed her execution.[60] After the two executions had taken place, Wilson was said to have written a ballad about the event, which was sung by young men around Boston.[61]

Not willing to let public sentiment over the executions subside, Dyer knew that she had to go through with her martyrdom. After the winter she returned to the Bay Colony in May 1660, and was immediately arrested. On the 31st of the month she was brought before Endecott, who questioned her briefly, and then pronounced her execution for the following day. On 1 June, Dyer was once again led to the gallows, and while standing at the hanging tree for the final time, Wilson, who had received her into the Boston church 24 years earlier and had baptized her son Samuel, called to her. His words were, “Mary Dyer, O repent, O repent, and be not so deluded and carried away by deceit of the devil.”[62] Her reply was, “Nay, man, I am not now to repent.”[62] With these final words, the ladder was kicked away, and she died when her neck snapped.[62]

Wilson’s wife, Elizabeth, was a sister of Anne Mansfield, the wife of the wealthy Captain Robert Keayne of Boston, who made a bequest to Elizabeth in his 1656 will.[22] With his wife, Wilson had four known children, the oldest of whom, Edmund, returned to England, married, and had children. Their next child, John Jr., attended Harvard College in 1642 and married Sarah Hooker, the daughter of the Reverend Thomas Hooker. The Wilsons then had two daughters, the older of whom, Elizabeth, married Reverend Ezekiel Rogers of Rowley, and then died while pregnant with their first child.[22] The younger daughter, Mary, who was born in Boston on 12 September 1633, married first Reverend Samuel Danforth, and following his death she married Joseph Rock.[22]